Totoka River breath of harsh air

Cold, ocean wind bit at the red traveler's nose as she followed the coast Northwards, eager to make the most of her new energy. The seal she had managed to take down with the white stranger sated her for a day or two, but it wasn't long before Tuwawi's stomach growled again. One good meal wasn't enough to sustain her and so when the sharp scent of blood flooded the dry air, the lone she-wolf couldn't resist checking out to see if there would be any morsels left.

The ember slunk carefully through the bare cover like a lioness, hoping to catch a fox... or maybe a yote off-guard. However, to her disappointment, the silhouette of a wolf came into view. Damn. The likeliness of shaking another loner off his kill was pretty slim, and Tuwawi was in no shape for a scuffle. Then again... neither was he. The agouti man looked just as weathered and skeletal.

The prey was quickly disappearing into the male's gullet and so, decidedly, Tuwawi rushed forth to see if she could, in her ambush, spook him off the hare.